Sitting under the umbrella of civilization I see no village sky I scan my brain but there’s an incrimination Thanks to technology patriotism, my mind says fie! II The beautiful sky with the virgin moon Which has many stars with no fornication to trace Just sank into disappointments as it lost its swoon To discos, […]
Kwaku, if we go back To the beginning of time And I pick my great sack And follow as you pluck And I pick them fruits Until I can no longer hold the sack And you help me home With a big smile Wouldn’t love feel original? […]
Good days have walked Good people have talked Good writers have chalked In Africa, long, long ago Children were born right Children thought of sin with fright Children stood while adults sat bright In Africa, long, long ago The younger, the older respected The older, the younger corrected The older, the younger good […]
I would have loved it then When all were hidden deep in the mind When a little pampering was all to bind When cheating and unfairness were in a stygian gloom When a smile could soften damsels and brand bastards suave and sophisticated. I know I would have reveled in it then, as people enjoy […]
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